In an age of advanced reliance upon technology, the concept of the virtual, and emphasized materialism, artists have the chance to offer opportunities for contemplation or relaxation. We can help to maintain links with Nature. We can create awareness of humanity. In times of

We may use computers to promote our projects and true Art is not just for a clique. True Art is for everybody to share.

Beyond my little studio is the far greater one, so remember the likes of me when you want to dump some rubbish or litter, or cut down a tree.

Love and respect the work of art that is our world. Teach and share compassion for all our fellows, including members of other species.

Then let us not be left all alone....!!

1/. Outside examination room......"Joe Bloggs pipes up and says, 'You revised thingy- whatsits?' Of course, you haven't. You've done do-dars and those-thems, but you've not checked up on thingy-whatsits. You panic and grab your notes for a quick scan, but the doors open - and why have they suddenly grown to cathedral proportions? When you go in and glance at the old paper, thingy-whatsits are nowhere to be found. You

now go blank. What was that about do-dars?! You should never listen to Joe Bloggs when he starts behaving like he did today. He was probably only trying to wind you up."

2/." It was my first visit to a particular Essex bungalow, one full of space and light; furnishings including cut glass chandeliers, mirrors, Chinese rugs. Talk was full of introduction, encouragement, reassurance. Coffee flowed and before long Nature signalled to me in the inevitable way.

I excused myself and was directed to the bathroom. Things looked clean. Unlike a few locations, a towel was available for use. Young male voices could be heard with some activity going on in the back yard. At conclusion of main closet business, I arose to the clear call of

'wolf whistling'. My temperature climbed at speed as I struggled to secure my Jeans. Panic set in at the sound of the refrain being repeated: window was wide open.

Once securely attired, I dared to take a cautious look out of the window. There, out in the yard was an extremely large bell-shaped cage in which sat one African grey parrot who was whistling contentedly in the sunshine..."

Dove-Dove gave me a terrible fright one day. You see, he liked to play with me or rest or exercise upon our "king size" bed; really two beds placed as one. An old large square scarf would be spread over part of flat area and soft pillows. Twig "toy-toy" and larger kitchen towel inner roll would be strategically placed, sometimes along with other things. He would shallow fly from my hands or from twig perch ( which his feet could hold with me supporting his wait) and travel to a soft landing spot. He would support his body more upright - good for the heart - against the pillows. He would never go far. It became a happy routine. I would even leave him for a while in semi freedom. That day proved to be traumatic...

Tune in for next "episode"/extract about Dove-Dove later. I last changed this here 20/February/2018. There will be useful ideas to share for wild or pet bird care...and I will publish the whole thing around here again.